David and Patrick are stuck on an airplane with a crying baby and broach a relationship topic not crossed before.

Patrick is David's good luck charm until one day the luck runs out.

Patrick and David spend the weekend at Patrick's parent's house. Sexy times and embarrassment ensue. Seriously, it gets super embarrassing.

In which Patrick discovers and explores David's praise kink

It’s hard for David to accept love, to believe when someone claims to feel it in regards to himself. And Patrick, thankfully, knows this. And has told him over and over the depth of his feelings and slowly David has learned to trust, but there’s still scar tissue on his heart that sometimes aches…and makes him question. But fuck, as he’d looked around this apartment, the answers were everywhere. Patrick had made a place for him here, without having been asked.

David sets the dry dish down on the counter. He decides in that moment that if Patrick needs a reason to say ‘fuck’ then he’s going to give him one.

A few days after the housewarming party, David still has something on his mind. He and Patrick need to talk.

“Listen,” David says, carefully pulling the inflating tab on his neck pillow, “there is an art to red eye flights.”

David and Patrick are interrupted in the middle of several rounds of loud sex. Seems their neighbors actually try to sleep at night.

But there were still special occasions, and special occasions warranted special meals. Like, for example, 'You came out to your parents yesterday, and it was kind of emotionally exhausting? And I kind of feel guilty about it and need to mediate my guilt by pouring orange juice into a champagne flute and burning your toast to shit just the way you like." Sadly, Hallmark didn't make cards for that.